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there should be a tax that youtubers pay where 1.5% of all of their revenue goes back to Kevin Macleod for basically supplying YouTube with it’s own soundtrack.
who is this man and what music did he make???
if you hear a royalty free song on youtube, there’s approximately an 80% chance Kevin Macleod wrote it.
here’s some you’ve almost definitely heard:
for those wondering, yes, he also made THE generic royalty free song that was EVERYWHERE in 2014.
also, his site incompetech.com also has graph paper generators, if you’re in need of that. It has any kind of graph paper - INCLUDING hex paper, you tabletop gamers out there! (or knitting paper if you’re into that)
Hey podcasters? Listen up, Mr MacLeod’s work is also utilized by us, and, as if there wasn’t anything else I could say to make this better, he released a special collection just for podcasters! (I’ll link back later)
Please go support this man! He’s very talented and supports the community a lot on his own!
I have heard every single one of those songs in a Dan Howell video. Oof.
there should be a tax that youtubers pay where 1.5% of all of their revenue goes back to Kevin Macleod for basically supplying YouTube with it’s own soundtrack.
who is this man and what music did he make???
if you hear a royalty free song on youtube, there’s approximately an 80% chance Kevin Macleod wrote it.
here’s some you’ve almost definitely heard:
for those wondering, yes, he also made THE generic royalty free song that was EVERYWHERE in 2014.
Me: *falling asleep to an audiobook on the science of the gut*
Book: saliva is actually filtered blood!
Me: ʕʘ‿ʘʔ
Me: ʕʘ‿ʘʔ
Book: saliva also contains a painkiller that is stronger than morphine, but we don’t produce a lot of it otherwise we’d be constantly high
Me: ʕʘ Д ʘʔ
Opiorphin is 6x stronger than morphine and actually contains an anti-depressant compound which is why some doctors believe it’s linked to comfort eating
just saw someone ask if podfic is really necessary… my dude it is the year of our lord 2018 and every mediocre white man with an external mic records himself talking shit about your favorite childhood tv shows and gets PAID for it, let me listen to this Voltron fic in peace please
Podfic is absolutely necessary. If I could get away with never reading a fic in text again I would do it in a heartbeat.
My eyeballs are dry, my time resource is thin, my field of fucks is barren, my attention ledger is in the red, my timeturner is too rusty to work past 9PM anymore, and my WiFi is random. If I want to read with my eyes, my To Be Read pile of published books is piled to the ceiling.
If podfic doesn’t work for you, that’s fine, but it’s one of the only things that work for me.
So do let me enjoy fandom a way that is functionally available to me and super fun to boost. Let me enjoy fanworks on public transport, while working, while cleaning dishes, while falling asleep, and while drawing. Let me enjoy a highly personalised, human, fandom-savvy, friendly voice in my ears making me cry in laughter and in pain, hold my thoughts through the good and the bad.
Podfic is an accessibility issue. If I lived somewhere I felt safe to read smut out loud, you bet I’d be recording it.
Ok so I’m going to come out of my cave for this because Podfics are absolutely an accessibility issue in many ways. I, and I’m not alone in this, have too many chronic health conditions to name casually. Among them is a sensory processing disorder that makes me light sensitive (sometimes to stupid degrees) and a connective tissue disorder which gives me chronic fatigue, chronic joint pain, and chronic migraines.
There times it hurts too badly to sleep so I’ll lay in my bed listening to podifcs until it passes and I can rest. I can’t always look at screens, so I listen to podfics. I can’t always make my wrists and fingers support my phone or computer to look at a screen anyway, so I listen to podfics. I can’t always find the motivation to get out of bed when I’m in pain and have to participate in life regardless so I listen to podfics; eventually I’m smiling enough to put my feet on the ground.
Podfics are vitally important to me and other disabled people like me. I wish there were move of them, though when I run dry on ones in fandoms I’m in a listen to them in fandoms I’m not which has lead to some fun surprises (see megalodon!DannyHawaii Five-0podfic).
I’m a bloody hypocrite because I recovered several Star Trek podifcs way back in high school (in the same house as my parents and siblings no less, though if they did find out I was only in danger of unrepentant mockery) which I never posted. As soon as I’m reunited with the desktop they’re saved on at thanksgiving, I’ll post them.
i use a reader (text-to-audio) and let me tell you the quality with emotionless robots vs ppl is incomparable like joel schumacher’s batman vs nolan’s
Personally, I don’t listen to podfics. I don’t enjoy listening to reading, and I don’t focus on or retain information that I hear as well as info that I read. That said, I never understand people who think there’s one right or better way of doing something based on nothing more than it being older and less accessible. So, is podfic really necessary? Well, hell, if that’s how we’re going to be, then is fanfic really necessary? And if we’re going to grant that fanfic isn’t strictly necessary, but also admit that it sure is fun, then how ‘bout just letting people who can’t read, can’t easily read, or just don’t want to read enjoy their podfic?
Yes yes yes!!! Podfics and podficers are wonderful!!
Podfics make driving, working, running, and so much more 100 times more enjoyable! It’s no different than listening to something on audible and honestly podficers deserve so much more love from fandom
I record more podfics than I listen to (self-plug podfic blog @wontyoureadtome), cause I like reading aloud so goddamn much. It’s not a medium that gets much feedback so seeing a post like this with thousands of notes makes me all warm and fuzzy inside
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You wrote a novel about a demon falling in love with a human. Then, you summon a demon in order to get “real” feedback and constructive criticism. To your surprise, the demon laughs at your work.
You told me from the
start that you couldn’t love.
But still my heart
yearned for some response.
My hand reached out in
the dark, hoping to touch you.
But only emptiness was
there to meet it.
I danced around the fiery pentagram, chanting in Latin while
dripping blood from a small cut on my finger into the center of the drawing
made of grave dirt and bone, all the while keeping an eye out on the clock on
the mantel.
I only had 15 minutes before my casserole was done.
Finishing the chant with the ease of years of practice, I
leaned back to avoid the plume of Hellfire that spewed from the portal that
opened up. Changing out of my ceremonial robes, I got back into my comfy
pajamas and checked on my casserole while the new arrival was settling in.
She stood about eight feet tall, her head brushing the light
fixture on the ceiling in my living room. Her four arms ended in long claws
that dripped venom, making me glad that I thought to put a stain resistant
rubber mat underneath the summoning circle. Her eyes burned with the flames of
Hell, the fire that continuously lived within her, the source of her power. She
grinned at me when I walked in with a bowl of my freshly made casserole,
showing rows upon rows of pointed teeth.
“Hey Kara, is there any casserole left for me?”
I waved with my spoon before sitting down to dig into my
meal.
“Hey Baph, help yourself, it’s in the kitchen. I couldn’t
remember whether or not Satan still had you on the meat ban so left side is
vegetarian.”
“Nah he forgot all about that six months ago.”
“Probably shouldn’t scare the tourists by pretending to be
him next time though.”
Baphotera, the sixth highest lieutenant in Hell, sat down
across from me, laughing as she began to eat the casserole as well.
“Yeah, but it was too funny showing up at a Satanist meeting
and telling them to “Go out and do good deeds.”
She shook her head. “They were so confused!”
“Yeah, and Satan was pissed.”
“Ugh, I had to be a vegetarian for a year, don’t remind me.”
She chewed the pasta with obvious relish. “Either way, Kara, I’m sure you
didn’t summon me to help you eat your dinner, much as I appreciate the home-cooked meal. What’s going on?”
I stared down at my bowl, a little unsure of how to begin.
“So… your brother may be a little pissed at me come tomorrow.”
“Valaac?” She cocked her head to the side, confused. “What
did you do to piss him off?”
“Well… remember when we stopped talking last year?” She
nodded to my question, obviously still confused. “I was really mad… and kind of
drunk… and I maybe just sorta…” I paused and spoke out the rest in a quiet
rush. “Wrote a book using him as the main character.”
Baph laughed loudly, one of her hands slapping her knee.
“Okay, that sounds pretty funny, but why…”
“I finished it in the same night, and submitted it to my
best friend Alice who’s in publishing. She thought it was hilarious that I
drunk emailed her a book manuscript, and got the whole dang thing published and
only told me today.”
“That’s… weird… but why would…”
“Look at it.” I handed it over to her, shuddering at the
picture of a handsome, passionate looking young man with computer drawn devil
horns added on that graced the cover. Baph glanced at the picture on the front
with a chuckle, and then read the back cover, her green face turning more and
more blue and she did.
“This… is a crappy teen romance novel.”
“Yep.”
“You made him into an intense brooding romance lead paired
with the most Mary Sue female lead ever.”
My head ducked down. “Yep.”
“You used his real name?!!!”
“Umm… only the first half. They can’t forcibly summon him
without the second half.”
“But he’ll still hear it when they try. There’s going to be so many teenage girls
trying to summon him once they read this… it will drive him insane!”
I scraped the bottom of my bowl with my spoon, but it was
empty. “I realize that. It was the point of writing it… I think. I was really,
REALLY drunk when I wrote this.”
Baph finally broke. She laughed, so hard that she fell out
of her chair and rolled around on the floor. I let her go on, having time to do
the dishes and put away the leftovers before she finally calmed down.
